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A Perfect DayWhen you come to the end of a perfect dayAnd you sit all alone with your thoughts. While the chimes ring out a tune so gay, For the joy that the day has brought. Do you think what the end of a perfect day Can mean to a tired heart? When the sun goes down with a flaming ray And the dear friends have to part? Well, this is the end of a perfect day, Near the end of a journey, too. But it leaves a thought that is big and strong, With a wish that is kind and true. For memory has painted this perfect day With colors that never fade; And we find, at the end of a perfect day, The soul of a friend we've made.! At the end of a perfect day. Written by Carrie Jacobs-Bond - 1910 Return to Recovering Together | ||
